I dropped my mirror this morning, and, like any good mirror, it broke to pieces. That's supposed to bring bad luck, right? Well, the only bad thing that has happened, I think, is that I've been quoting this line from Tennyson's The Lady of Shalott.
The mirror crack'd from side to side;
"The curse is upon me," cried
The Lady of Shalott.
Actually, it's a good poem, but everyone around me is tired of this line, I'm sure.
If you have to get something stuck in your head, that's a pretty good one. I've had the theme song for "Bob the Builder" running around in my head this week... not nearly as inspiring!
ReplyDeleteSad to say...I've never heard this--so--I am not tired of it:)
ReplyDeleteSharon, have you always liked poetry? or is that something you've acquired in Utah?
ReplyDeleteI have always like poetry, but now that we read a poem a day in class, it's easier to dedicate more time to it. This particular clip first came to me from an Agatha Christie mystery, though. Imagine Miss Marple saying this in her thick British accent as the answer to "Who done it?" becomes clear in her mind!
ReplyDeleteNot nearly the literary scholar you all are, "The Lady of Shalott" reminds me of young Anne of Green Gables quoting it dramatically, lost in daydreams!
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